Beat Fresh Remix
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Gravitation › General
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Adult ++
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,920
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Beat Fresh Remix
Hiro sghed as he lay backwards, sighing heavily. His guitar rested on his stomach as he looked at his partner. The day's recording had just finished, and he was confused, as always. He sighed again, sipping his coffee.
"Shu, you like Seguchi, ne?" She swallowed his hot cocoa, looking at str strangely.
"I guess. He almost screwed us over a fimesimes, but he's pretty good." He cocked a brow. "Why? Got a little crush?" Shu poked him in the cheek as Hiro bit his finger.
"NO! I'm not YOU! Thank God..." He muttered. "I just...he seems right up your alley..." Shu glared at him, chewing on his head.
"You know Yuki is my only blah blah" Hiro tuned out, thinking about his company's president. He pictured Tohma perfectly, from the cute little jacket to the black hat.
((Inside joke: I'm Tohma Seguchi, and I like hats.))
Hiro stood up, swinging his axe so it was on his back as he boarded his bike, taking off to where the paper said. Yes, the paper on which Teguchi scribbled "come here and I'll make you a deal" signed wth a small heart. Hiro was skeptical at first. The heart threw hif. Hf. He had decided to go anyway, though. More luck for Bad Luck, ne?
Having arrived at the specified area, he took off his helmet. He looked around the plush apartment, walking into the lobby. He pushed a button on the elevator as specified on the note, and felt himself rise slowly. He swallowed hard. Maybe Seguchi-san was unpleased with his performance? The doors opened onto a dimly lit room, candles providing the only light. There were blackout curtains adourning the windows, and it seemed to be soundproof.
"S-Seguchi-san?" He looked around and blushed, seeing Seguchi on the bed in mere boxers...and they did him no justice...
"Hello, Hiroshi!" He smiled lightheartedly.
((End part 1))
"Shu, you like Seguchi, ne?" She swallowed his hot cocoa, looking at str strangely.
"I guess. He almost screwed us over a fimesimes, but he's pretty good." He cocked a brow. "Why? Got a little crush?" Shu poked him in the cheek as Hiro bit his finger.
"NO! I'm not YOU! Thank God..." He muttered. "I just...he seems right up your alley..." Shu glared at him, chewing on his head.
"You know Yuki is my only blah blah" Hiro tuned out, thinking about his company's president. He pictured Tohma perfectly, from the cute little jacket to the black hat.
((Inside joke: I'm Tohma Seguchi, and I like hats.))
Hiro stood up, swinging his axe so it was on his back as he boarded his bike, taking off to where the paper said. Yes, the paper on which Teguchi scribbled "come here and I'll make you a deal" signed wth a small heart. Hiro was skeptical at first. The heart threw hif. Hf. He had decided to go anyway, though. More luck for Bad Luck, ne?
Having arrived at the specified area, he took off his helmet. He looked around the plush apartment, walking into the lobby. He pushed a button on the elevator as specified on the note, and felt himself rise slowly. He swallowed hard. Maybe Seguchi-san was unpleased with his performance? The doors opened onto a dimly lit room, candles providing the only light. There were blackout curtains adourning the windows, and it seemed to be soundproof.
"S-Seguchi-san?" He looked around and blushed, seeing Seguchi on the bed in mere boxers...and they did him no justice...
"Hello, Hiroshi!" He smiled lightheartedly.
((End part 1))